City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in naked naughty nurses. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with naked naughty nurses,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“naked naughty nurses, naked naughty nurses, naked naughty nurses!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “naked naughty nurses” down on the streets fifty stories below.